Ok. So That Happened.

I am not shocked, surprised, disappointed, or angry over the election of Donald J. Trump. In fact, the moment it was announced that Biden was dropping out and Harris was taking over I told my husband the democrats just handed the republicans the race because there’s no way in hell this country would vote for a black woman over an old white man.

We have a problem in this country, it’s the exact same one that’s playing out in the church where I work just on a smaller scale. People want to ‘move forward’ but…they don’t know how. Besides, the bottom line is, they really want things to stay the same, to be like Days of Yore when their parents were young.

Change is scary. So they stay stuck in the mud, spinning their wheels, making a mess as they continually reach backward thereby never really getting anywhere.

Like Billy Joel said; The good old days weren’t always good and tomorrow ain’t as bad as it seems.

It’s either that or the country has severe Daddy Issues, yeah, ok, See Above on that one, I guess.

Maybe we’re just an abused housewife. Still convinced it’s our fault and he’s going to change because he didn’t really mean all those nasty things he said (again) and if we just stand by him long enough he’ll turn into a real prince. If we just squeeze ourselves into this ridiculous moldy decaying little box…for him….he’ll do it, he’ll fix everything.

All I know for sure at this point in my life is that when people repeatedly show you who they are you should believe them. That little fucker is one messed up unit.

I’m not going to cry about it. I’m not going to add my WTFedness to the fray after this post. It won’t do any good and, as I said, I’m not in any type of shock or awe over it.

Four years will come and go, he’s just a Temp Hire after all, like every other President and there’s a good chance, at his advanced age, he’ll die in office. Maybe even of natural causes.

During that time, it will be as it has been for the last 40 years; hubby and me against the world. Watching out for us and ours as best we can. The house is stocked. I made sure of that. While we are far from rich, in our older years with our bills having dwindled to nearly half what they once were, I’m not sweating the economy (never did, that fucker is always in flux, always fluid, always moving) but I’m not buying that new dishwasher I’ve been eyeing any time soon either. Nor that new dryer.

Nope.

I’m just going to settle in watch all those people get exactly what they voted for and laugh while repeatedly sighing, “idiots”.